Pain.
Bone-deep pain.
It was as if all the organs in her body had been scooped out, and the bones had been drawn out, the intense pain striking Magie's entire body, forcing her to let out a miserable scream.
That dreadful Dragon Breath had caused this Demon Spirit immense damage.
"Ugh...! Ahhh...!"
Magie lay on the ground, wailing in agony, the severed surface of her evaporated legs and one hand didn't bleed but were seared into a terrifying charred-black state.
Perhaps this was the only thing Magie could feel fortunate about?
Otherwise, with such severe injuries, just the bleeding alone could have caused her death from excessive blood loss.
But Magie didn't feel any joy at all.
It was a pure nightmare.
An unacceptable nightmare.
It was just a moment, yet her legs and one hand had vanished without a trace, gone forever—how could Magie accept this?
But this was the fate she deserved.
"Did I manage to dodge it somewhat?"
